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the beat

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their freak on, to get their on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
Con while they ride out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

Blaze up, all the homies
Round up all the locs, high as the sky
and mash your body, just another day
Real high until your pistols ain't for the sky
quarter pound of bomb, a quarter pound of bud
'Cause where I'm from thangs ain't never change
So fuck you from

shotgun blast a herb
When I trip then, then the clip
Not giving a is the motto
Bitches and swallow, we bust hallows
And I'm first to launch off the hallow nigga
Hit the liquor store for sure right after I the forty-four

This is for my that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

mathematical, actual dollar figures make a nigga feel bigger
Cap pealer for the soldiers, a nigga feel older
And another gift from a sweet lick to a cheap
All a get 'cause it get rich

Overnight to the top, first class
Miss Lady got a nice ass, as you want to be
Lady just me, I'm a southwest G
Team Kurupt

Straight giving a fuck, I will a tick know what's up
Blowin' up, finish up I bust a nut
I'm in your girl's screaming, keepin' her feining
Had to put on my team, dreaming

with the checkered flag
Acting all bad, me mad
So be the to blast, Miss Niva

This is for my killas that tequilla
Con cigarillos they ride out to the club
To get their on, to get their creep on
To get their drink on, to get their on

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they out to the club
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on

We organized the killings, don't be the plots
Come around here, you get shot
Me and my motherfucking run the block
Pop, pop one of they homies

I told y'all never come around here
'Cause y'all don't pump no fear
Ain't nobody hard the day to dark
Like the fourth of when the candles spark

Always knew I wanted to see
And that's having paper, next to G's
Ain't but killers hanging with me
Blast any who steppin' left to me

So soon we'll take your shit, whoop ass, fuck your bitch
Never thought it would happen but it did, you
Y'all niggas can't fuck with

is for my killas that shoot tequilla
Con cigarillos while they ride out to the
To get their freak on, to get creep on
To get their drink on, to get smoke on

This is for my killas shoot tequilla
Con while they ride out to the club
To get freak on, to get their creep on
To get drink on, to get their smoke on